Poetry by C.M.A ∪ Art by Luis Rosenfeld
intercourse by state of mind
day dreaming of sainthood
in a world driven by a sole ruler,
why is the earth so cold?
we dream of castles far away
in her mind she is molded from
the wrath of rulers who saved
this world for good,
however
the bad blood is all the same:
what is said under the covers
is written in red,
drips out smoothly
and marks vengeance on the
bold of heart.
in a castle far in the trees,
when the time is up
you are squashed as ants,
burned from the seams.
–c.m.a.
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